Freyja was the most respected deity after Odin, so when she spoke, no one dared to say a word, giving her their full attention.
“I have prepared something for you, sweet child.” She beamed at Astraea, eliciting a nervous smile from her.
“I have to apologise,” the Starry Goddess blushed slightly, “my present for you is not yet finished—”
“Nonsense, my dear!” Freyja smiled at her. “I visited your garden this morning, and it is lovely. My dragonflies only want to live there now. Speaking of which—”
The goddess lifted her hand, and her fingers emanated a golden glow which slowly materialised into a beautiful golden dragonfly. The delicate creature shimmered with ethereal radiance as it fluttered its wings.
Freyja pivoted to face Astraea, and the magical insect flew off her fingers, glidin
